The Seed

a poem by Lady Shaula Salathe, Australia -

Within me liesa eed of newnessGrowing imperceptibly,surelyA culmination of more than the sum of me,it lies barely beating, barely beginning, But beginningStronger than my willpowerand all of my intelligence,it arrived in a rareburst of instinct, from a wisdom and knowledgefar greater thanmine and yours.How our bodies writhed in a deeper ecstasy, How my body ached with passions ofthe Eternal Woman.And so we beganand did not stop untilwe had exhausteda higher desire.Looking, dezedly at one anotheronly beginning to realisewhat it was that had beenunrecognizeable in each otherNature. Instinct.The Animal.So unrecognizeable.So strong. The undeniablevictor.And so I sit in this waiting room, victim of my own desires andof a society which gives me choice.It is strong, the river of life, The sea of life.To to stop a wave on the ocean.Huh!I am sailor, only, Navigator on a solo journey.